Information/Disclaimer:
Ryker is a Draenei female forced into the service of the Lich King. She doesn't suffer from amnesia or any sort of illness that suppresses memory. Instead, she simply repressed them in order to work as his servent. As she departs his company, she slowly regains what was lost. Please excuse any errors I might make with the lore in the World of Warcraft. This is done mostly for fun and I'd like to point out that I do not own World of Warcraft, Blizzard or anything else that's already copy-righted. Ryker's personality is of my own creation, though. Then again... she's practically a blank canvas at this point. xDD
Enjoy.
Entry #1 -
It's been a while since a true opinion took form within my mind. The Lich King... I was merely a part of him as were many others. His weapons, his tools. Puppets that he controlled through the pull of his dark, seductive power. At first, I couldn't believe what I had become. This cold... dead thing. My heart couldn't beat for the love of my kin. My blood remained frozen and yet I still drew breath. Maybe it was more out of habit then actual necessity. Thinking back to those days... I feel a small amount of shame for what I had done. Innocent people fell before my blade as I fought my way through the ranks only to find out we were all cannon fodder. He took everything from us. Our lives, our pride... our very sense of self. My memories of a life before are nothing, but fragments of a broken dream. Try as hard as I can... I can only grasp at the shadows of what once was. He took everything from us and offered... what? Power. That was intoxicating. His seduction of our souls that kept us wanting more. Blood, pain, suffering... we all fed off of it. After a while it became easier not to think and just embrace. Then I met someone. I couldn't remember who they were, but they knew me. Or so I thought. His eyes were so familiar. Gentle and filled with the pride I once held dear. The words he spoke struck a chord within me. That was the day I started to wake up from the dreadful nightmare the Lich King coldly wrapped us within. It wasn't until a great battle that we finally broke free of his gripe.
Haha. Listen to me... I still speak as though we were one person. That's what the Lich King did to me, to us. And I try to break the habit, but it's difficult. On top of that... I don't know where someone like myself would fit into this new world. I remember nothing of the old and yet... I yearn for something. A home... a people... something to protect. For now, I fight his pull in an attempt to regain what I lost that day his minion fell me with his blade.
I'm seeking... seeking myself, I think.
I don't want to be a monster anymore.